"Happy is Hermia, wheresoeer she lies,For she hath blessed and attractive eyes.How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears;If so, my eyes are oftener washd than hers.No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;For beasts that meet me run away for fear;Therefore no marvel though DemetriusDo, as a monster, fly my presence thus.What wicked and dissembling glass of mineMade me compare with Hermias sphery eyne?"